The sound of rain made me speak,
'How does it feel falling from a peak?'
The drops of rain started to speak,
'There was a time I dreamt of elite,
I was proud for the transparency I keep,
For the great roles, what if I was a petite,
I would be telling stories of my lead,
To the sun and moon,calling them cheap,
When I come,Everything from the sky I sweep,
Even the bright stars' shine,they leave,
When I am angry,I leave people bleed.
That's how I would sing my position unique.
Almighty was seeing from above my deeds
I was unaware of my form so weak
What I sowed,now was the time to reap
Afraid I was under the knife like sheep
I hurted all the 'hugies'with what I speak
This was the time when I fell from the peak
Over me, God sent a mad wind like beast
I fell here and there ,I saw my defeat
I was unable to grow anything in the field
Blacken, the people asked for a shield
Asked for forgiveness and did repeat,
'I will remain in limits and will not exceed'
Dedicated my life to help all in needs
Will spend my life to make Him agreed.